Sunday, January 15, 2012
DAY 71: DR PEPPER
To be honest I have ignored New Years Eve festivities for decades now, much in the same manner my nail polished poetry writing Smith's listening cries for help went ignored by my immediate family.
The luster went out of drinking copious amounts of alcohol and violently purging the contents and lining of my stomach, resulting in ruptured capillaries when it stopped being fun. Apparently wiping the chunks of yesterdays soggy Cheetos from your chin and winking with blood filled eyes prior to making your Big Move on the Single-For-A-Reason girl in the corner isn't widely regarded as "Sexy" per se.